We'll

sing

you

a

song,

a

sol-

di-

er-

's

song,

with

cheer-

ing

rous-

ing

cho-

rus.

As

'round

o-

ur

bla-

zing

fi-

res

w-

e

throng,

the

star-

ry

hea-

vens

o'er

us.

Im-

pa-

tient

fo-

r

th-

e

com-

ing

fight,

and

as

we

wait

the

mor-

ning's

light.

Here

in

th-

e

si-

lence

o-

f

th-

e

night,

we-

'll

cha-

nt

a

sol-

dier's

song.

Sol-

di-

ers

are

we,

whose

lives

are

pledged

to

I-

re-

land.

Some

have

come,

from

a

land

be-

yond

the

waves.

Swo-

rn

to

be

free,

no

more

our

an-

cient

si-

re-

land

shall

shel-

ter

the

des-

pot

or

the

slave.

To-

night

we

ma-

n

th-

e

Bear-

na

Baoghal,

in

Er-

in's

cause

come

woe

or

weal.

Mid-

can-

non-

's

roar

and

ri

-

fle's

peal,

we-

'll

cha-

nt

a

sol-

dier's

song.

In

val-

ley

green,

or

to-

wer-

ing

crag,

Our

fath-

ers

fought

be-

fo-

re

us,

And

con-

quer-

ed

'neath

the

sa-

me

o-

ld

flag

that's

proud-

ly

float-

ing

o'er

us.

We're

child-

ren

o-

f

a

fight-

ing

race

that

ne-

ver

yet

has

known

dis-

grace,

and

as

w-

e

march

the

fo-

e

t-

o

face,

we-

'll

ch-

ant

a

sol-

dier's

song.

Sol-

di-

ers

are

we,

whose

lives

are

pledged

to

I-

re-

land.

Some

have

come,

from

a

land

be-

yond

the

waves.

Swo-

rn

to

be

free,

no

more

our

an-

cient

si-

re-

land

shall

shel-

ter

the

des-

pot

or

the

slave.

To-

night

we

ma-

n

th-

e

Bear-

na

Baoghal,

in

Er-

in's

cause

come

woe

or

weal.

Mid-

can-

non-

's

roar

and

ri

-

fle's

peal,

we-

'll

cha-

nt

a

sol-

dier's

song.

Sons

of

th-

e

Gael!

Men

o-

f

th-

e

Pale!

The

Long

watched

day

is

bre-

a-

king;

the

serr-

i-

ed

ranks

of

I-

nn-

is

-

fail

shall

set

the

ty-

rant

quak-

ing.

Our

ca-

mp

fi-

res

now

are

burn-

ing

low;

See

in

the

East

a

sil-

very

glow,

out

yond-

er

waits

the

sa-

xo-

n

foe,

s-

o

ch-

ant

a

sol-

dier's

song.

Sol-

di-

ers

are

we,

whose

lives

are

pledged

to

I-

re-

land.

Some

have

come,

from

a

land

be-

yond

the

waves.

Swo-

rn

to

be

free,

no

more

our

an-

cient

si-

re-

land

shall

shel-

ter

the

des-

pot

or

the

slave.

To-

night

we

ma-

n

th-

e

Bear-

na

Baoghal,

in

Er-

in's

cause

come

woe

or

weal.

Mid-

can-

non-

's

roar

and

ri

-

fle's

peal,

we-

'll

cha-

nt

a

sol-

dier's

song.